"unfreezing" poems
I can only remember your eyes
looked like moons
bathing me in
bluish clarity
peeking below trees;
They brushed your face
like eyelashes.
I wish Mother
Nature
had given me a more
Celestial
body, that I could show my love
in grander gestures.
Disappearing woman,
I imagine the breeze is your lips
unfreezing glass-water
Bringing canvassed flower -field
alive with just a touch.
Disappearing woman,
I looked for you on mountaintops
and beneath
rust colored leaves
that
fall.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:38 AM UTC
Somewhere in the star-brightened space -
An impossible depth away from green -
A hungry traveler ghosts between
Appetite and appetite, and place and place.
Out in the unfreezing lowest of degrees,
Some behemoth of infinite impunity
And infinitesimal size - a unity
In one point - eats, and hungers, and agrees
That, once, matter mattered more than a maw
Gaping impossibly small and wide.
(Better nature has collapsed inside,
And galaxies are cleaved as with a saw
In a Carpenter's hand.) However, simplicity
Is a muted charm in a bottomless pit.
When pressure's wake is a woodshop kit,
Survivors owe nothing to serendipity.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 9:12 PM UTC
Darkness haunches over me
The mountains swallow the obsidian sea
A thick chill weighs heavy on my lungs
Like the sinking night
The ocean with no will to rise and fall
lays still to the weight of time
And I, knees tucked tight,
watch the minutes pass by
contemplating, soul searching
as the calvary draws from the east
Arterial red spears pierce the darkness
Copper ink bleeds from sky to sea
casting colour like rose petals
and cotton candy
to welcome the sun
as it’s light drowns out the night
The mountains retreat like watchdogs backing down
The chill lifts
unfreezing the motionless tide
Lovers take to the long stretch
And so the day begins
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
Its like
sunset
leaving shadow
of the day,
like everyone
returning home,
tired.
simply
when it cries,
it doesnt show
its hurt,
it doesn't scream,
with its
sound of silence,
it dont want to get someones
attention
it wants to be alone,
I listen to a rhythm of its beat,
it show how I feel,
it started to
let my hand write,
anything
that discribe, how it does,
and how it is,
I cry
it never let sleep
i want to freeze it,
shut it down
but it can't,
its still beating
unfreezing
no one can see it,
not if it let me do.
aching,
still making sounds,
nobody can hear
right here, right now.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
a stopping sort of started ending newing knewing sort of ended stopped and beganed sort of yesing sort of wooing newing
sortofandalso
alsok
i
nd of stopped starting begunning
like well gee the summer was a nasal laughing roughness kind of sort of.
i'd like to kind of
or else to maybe
with autumn who was distinctly haired
in rich arresting dead
that kind of starting stopping started
or well i'd like to think
it,swellwhynotanywaybecause noone never didn't atall even in the big gabled church of dawn that strung the sky with gelatinous heaving fibers
all rabidly gesticulating puffy sansfinger hands grimaced on the slender naked
blue and black and bursting sort of kind of because sinewed fluffy hammers on because wrists because
when you get all ***** in the mucky sterile daughters little pink little rose bud climbing open little rose bud up open big blooming like pink little sort of big sort of small sort of rose bud
you kind ofwell you clean kind of your you you clean kind of clean it straight razor cleaning your you
you cleaned with her big sharp little ******* all sharp and little and big under her shirts under her skirts kind of sort of because
that,s
wher
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she keeps it she
keepsitin there
summer:
she was unfreezing fresh squeezed lemon wedges sugar hilltops sweaty laughing nightmares in the big in the pale in the cordial surly pillow thick skinny heaps of gobbled luscious hot raining balmy slow quaking deaths every day i stood on that hill and i looked out over the city and she was really well gee sort of because.... . . . . . , ; ' "
Mar 13, 2011
Mar 13, 2011 at 4:00 AM UTC
as usual a
b
o
u
t
me goes the supple trunks. thralling ribbons.
collapse;doi to the clutch of soft roots stupidly and muscles.
more now lightning strings coruscate ardently loving the earth.
vibrate femininity suddenly
correct in my winter. hot petals meddle in the snow. and melt.
i'm not who i wasn't
or who
i am. frosted. but calmly:ami unfreezing in cup of dainty
p
a
l
m (s.he) is the heat.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
If even only for a second things could seem clear, I would choke down every last drip and drop of alcohol in this unfreezing world.
Every last drag and hit of each and every intoxicating drug.
I would reveal every single one of my addictions through this shallow looking glass to inspect for the rest of my life.
Including this addiction and drug we call love.
Oct 30, 2015
Oct 30, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
crackling wood, black smoke rises, the red snakes flickers its' tongues.
The heat is like soft silk, caressing my frozen soul.
sitting by the fireplace, the hearth silently whispers:
stay with me, I'm not like the others, stay, and sit, and watch me.
A calming sight, a soothing sound, everything was nice,
but my greedy heart was not satisfied, I wanted the fire higher!
more wood I threw in the fire place, my eager heart desires
to fasten the process of unfreezing my flesh, to hush my impatient soul.
put materials into the fire no more, my father sternly warned
for then you will cause unwanted harm,
no benefits would come.
but the red snake screamed at me:
NO! MORE! FEED ME!
HE WARNS YOU BECAUSE HE FEARS THAT YOU
WILL BECOME THE BETTER BURNER.
desiring warmth, I burnt more wood
and more!
and MORE!
AND MORE!
but instead of release, what I received
was a house of burning fire.
the fiery python engulfed my home,
with its mocking diamond eyes.
was it because I trusted the devil's advice,
or the greed thats of my own?
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
we walk the path to the spring
where the waters come constant
from the ground unfreezing
warm enough for duckweed to thrive
even in blue winter,
deep with snow.
the air holds few sounds,
the snap and tumble of tree limb,
river's crashing iced sheets,
the click and kew of the junco,
wind, amplified one hundred fold
razor sharp in the cold.
how does the waters know
who told it; here.
it's here that you will rise,
at the end of a path in a small cleft,
said by locals to be the gathering
place of the ancients, the fairies
and the dead who died before their time?
we come to the spring and beside it
as deep in the snow
as we are in its mysteries,
we become a part of the story
reassured that the promise
of the thaw is as constant
as the coming march sun
and the ever flowing water
at our feet.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
As a lactose intolerant
cow whirring lion eye zing
dual (Banjo playing) Manichean
("FAKE") keen man womanizing,
faux nymphomaniac wannabe,
I cone only scream about visualizing
nip pulling and getting a breast
of Hani La (vanilla),
this sweltering unfreezing
Wednesday while mouth
watering chiefly hanker
for milch of
human kindness, which titillating
fanciful fandom fantasies
skinny dipping into soliloquizing
whet dreams har made
sadly, simply, and sorely realizing
test tickles quizzing
noggin merely figment
of fertile imagination pricking
prurient potent plentifully oozing
naughty salacious, licentious,
and felicitous evocations pulsating
hypnotically invoking
trance send dint overriding
gloriously flirtatious escapade needling
my over active
thought processes monopolizing
ability to focus attention trying
to compose joyous leavening,
sans jump starting
massaging, and kneading
dormant limp libido liberating
panting allied force,
which seems tubby
in axis Sybil for Nick -
A.Ting, thus Celeb Basie,
frantically, gingerly, and
haphazardly kickstarting
***** riot with this feeble attempt
for a firm hut heave action,
one docile male member
devoid of livingsocial,
hence aye ****
sitter ring joining
a nunnery, which
would be habit chilly unfitting,
and very un convent
shin null for a poetic ending!
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 2:10 PM UTC
A simple summer crush,
the memories still make me blush.
We were a perfect match,
that's why we caught fire so fast.
Your warm breath, caressing my skin,
unfreezing my heart from within.
Loosing myself again,
in the gentle summer rain.
Baby, it was magic we were making
and my heart was yours for the taking.
Sand, salt and skin;
kissing you, my head would spin.
Now summer is long gone,
not sure what went wrong
and why the magic couldn't last
or why summer flew by so fast.
ALesiach © 07/26/2019
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 7:41 PM UTC